Baby Brother

My boss's family lives a block away from me. They've become my family here. He takes good care of me--taking me to the hospital, throwing me a birthday party, shoveling my driveway when I got stuck in my house, etc. I go play UNO at their house after work. I play with baby who likes to drool and spit all over me.

And now their son is in kindergarten/preschool (I'm not sure what it is). So today, I went to teach English at his school. He told me likes school, but today he just stood there the entire time. We sang "Head Shoulders Knees and Toes" and he stood there. When we played games, he stood there. Normally, he's a really active, happy little kid. So I didn't know what was going on with him. So at lunch, I sat across from him, and then he perked up a little bit.

I always eat when I'm at their house. So he didn't recognize me standing in front of the class. But he recognized me with a bunch of food in front of me. He started talking and smiling and laughing...back to his normal little self.

But after lunch, the kids go kind of nutso. I blame it on their super cute lunches their moms make. So they proceeded to make "guns" out of plastic block things. Then they started "shooting" me. Pew pew. And so I grabbed a plastic cucumber to "defend" myself. I don't know if it was some sacred plastic cucumber, but the kids started hitting me with their "guns" and kicking me. WHAT THE CRAZIES?!

So my boss's son sees them kicking me and he runs over and stands in between me and them. He starts hitting and kicking them back. I didn't know what to do! Four little boys trying to hit and kick me and one little boy trying to protect me. Then he yelled at them,

"You can't hit my older sister!"

The other boys just looked at us...and then ran away to go attack some other little boy. He turned around and smiled at me. I almost cried.